Chicken who thinks she’s a cat….

And another today!
It’s always the ginger mog - they have 3 others but different colours. Maybe the chook is drawn to him because he’s the same colour as her lost friends?

We had a little cat, years ago, that liked sherry. Nothing else and it was so long ago that it was a time we still had a sherry in the evening. Once she knocked over a glass and lapped it all up. She was drunk as a skunk and kept falling over all evening. Luckily she survived and we were more careful after that. That little cat used to come for walks with us, running through front gardens. When we emigrated we left her with my husband’s mum but she pined away and died within 6 months. I still feel sad about it.

Thats lovely witzend I do miss our menagerie

cute In my garden I am being entertained by a baby squirell and its Mum plus a random baby rabbit that appears to be being looked after by them or at least it is trying to be!

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Best friends!

Another pic from dd today: 😍

This is the tale of Donald and Salem,our two Indian runner ducks,a love story of an older woman and a younger man.

Salem was rather aloof,and Donald rather effeminate, but it worked for them.

Unfortunately we also had had 4 male muscovy ducks,rather ugly and brutish,their main sport was to chase Donald,and have their wicked way with Salem,who I must say didnt protest too loudly.

They could be seen chasing poor Donald who valiantly tried to protect Salems honor.

Muscovy ducks are VERY well endowed,and once aroused they are rampant,they could be seen chasing Donald and Salem dragging their manhoods in the dirt to achieve their goal.

Sadly one night we couldnt find Salem to tuck her in for night,Donald was inconsolable quaking furiously and flapping at us.
The next morning poor Salem was found lifeless in the small pond,we believe she had suffered a heart attack due to her age,and maybe too much male attention.

We had a rabbit who was, without doubt, The Supervisor. Dogs and cats were wary of her - she would nip them if they stepped out of line. She had complete freedom of house and garden, and would sit watching TV with the GC. She never soiled indoors, and lived to twelve - we had been told her lifespan would be six or seven. Nobody told her, we suspect.

Downtoearth - love it!

jane I dont miss the rats though,
We had rat traps everywhere,thankfully my ex took charge of emptying them,still shudder at the thought of them.

me too with ours downtoearth if it wasn't for the rats I may be persuaded to get some though I think my next door neighbour has my share of the hens and we get rats anyway

jane I love chickens sadly I dont have them now,but many stories and happy memories of our girls and scruff.

I love this thread. Hens are such knowing creatures

I used to live on a farm and had some very free range bantams. They acquired a hanger on.. a Reeves pheasant who was truly beautiful. He just hung around with the chooks and the children fed them all by hanging out of the kitchen window. Happy days.

GrannyGravy13

Oops I forgot to add that if DH poured himself a brandy and coke and left it unattended on the coffee table the cat would be lapping it up immediately. Never went for any other drink alcoholic or soft 🤣

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Did he/she stagger around afterwards?

Oops I forgot to add that if DH poured himself a brandy and coke and left it unattended on the coffee table the cat would be lapping it up immediately. Never went for any other drink alcoholic or soft 🤣

Our ginger tom cat would jump into the bath whenever DD was in it (he loved a bubble bath) let her and her friends dress him up and push him around in a dolls pram.

At one time we had 18 chickens, 1 cockerel,2 Indian runner ducks,4 Muscovies,3 guinea pigs,2 rabbits,l black labrador.

This tale is about our bantam cockerel,scruff,with a Rod Stewart like poll on top of his head.

One day Scruff developed a cough and a croak,not unlike Sir Rod.

I travelled a few miles one sunday to get glycerin,lemon,and honey lictus for him,unfortunately it didnt soothe poor Scruff who hacked away as if he had a 40 a day habit.

Next day a vets appointment was made for scruff,and the vet trying to keep a straight face,gave us some antibiotic drops to be given by pipette every few hours.

I decided poor scruff could do with a little snifter to help ease his suffering,and gave some beandy the same way.

His cure was miraculous,20 minutes later,he was crowing and tried to get on the back of one of the bigger girls,poor thing he never managed that at any time being small in stature.

He got used to his afternoon tipple and would come and knock on the back door at same time every day,we had to wean him off the brandy,by watering it down.

I love all these stories! Have to admit that the two tuxedo cats I've had were, and are, a bit on the goofy side.

Oh, I love these tales of pets of all shapes and sizes! ❤️

We have no pets now, having lost our last cat in November. He was the second of two Russian Blue cats and the pair of them took turns to have possession of the single brain cell. I think they were the dimmest cats we’ve ever had, they wouldn’t have lasted a moment in the wild.

We had a pair of white leghorn chickens who were a part of the family. Henny Penny would appear at the back door in a state of agitation when it was egg time, race into the kitchen and jump into the laundry basket to lay her egg. She would then jump down and twine round my legs until I gave her a little bit of cheese, after which she'd happily go back into the garden. She and Cocky Locky always tried to roost on the dining room windowsill at night and we had to carry them to the henhouse. We moved to the countryside where, alas, they were both killed by a neighbour's dog. Much missed.

I have a 3 year old Jack Russel/Yorkie Cross who thinks she's a rabbit, as well as the rabbit who thinks he's a dog. My vet told me animals do t identify as particular animals and can learn to become part of most packs. Hence if they are together a lot they aren't confused they just feel they belong to their existing family. My dog loves rabbit feed time. I currently have 11 adult rabbits, 13 babies and a guinea pig too. However it's our oldest a d the first one we had who is now 11 that my puppy is best friends with. They share toys, both dog and rabbit version. The rabbit loves squeaky toys just as much as the dog a d the dog will literally follow you into the bathroom for a "rabbit toy" otherwise known as a toilet roll tube. The dog loves celery, raw carrot, raw broccoli etc. She will take two outside one for herself and one for him. He does sleep outside but the dog has a habit of sneaking out when she can to unlock the hutch then he will follow her back in. We often have to check before bed time because we have found him hidden under her blanket in the bedroom on many occasions. The rabbit has developed a habit of jumping up exited like a dog at your leg, just like the dog has developed a method of kicking with both back legs like a rabbit. They are a very strange pair but vet considers it normal.

Well that vet hadn't met our old ginger boy! He was a ratty old so and so!

A vet once told me that he believed that all ginger moggies had lovely natures, he thought it was something genetic.

JackyB

I have never heard that about orange cats. We had a ginger tom for 16 years, lived way out in the country and he needed to keep his wits about him to stay alive that long. I can still see him returning from the fields, dragging between his legs a hare that was half his length again.

Yes, our ginger tom used to disappear for two weeks in the woods beyond our house. He used to bring hares, rats, rabbits, big birds etc into the house with him. He had to pull them up and down a 7ft wall, through two catflaps and up a flight of stairs.
He'd come to us very young, initially with his mother, and never quite grasped that he was a cat, not a human.
Sadly he was hit by a car and I still miss him more than ten years later.